I don't generally remember dreams when I wake up. I don't know why that is, I jdut don't. But when I wake up and I do remember one I usually don't forget about it for a while. This morning I actually remembered a dream, I know amazing! Nope, it was a sorta awward dream that I don't know what to make of. I mean nothing happened in it that I regret or anything cause it sorta changed abruptly, but still it sorta implied some odd things.

I don't know if it is too much to ask, but I like to be secure in the the thought that anytime I return to the place I live that I will find things the way I left them. That means the parking spot I pay for is available, the door I pay for and decorate is still decorated the way I did it and so on. Finding my things in any other condition just doesn't feel right. I know people had them before me, and will have them after me, but while Ihave them I expect them to stagnate in their existance.